Deep purple time

ByImogene RidgeJuly 24, 1985

Deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls. The whirling mirror-sided ball catches the rose, blue, amber of the spotlights on the long chiffon dresses and stiff white coats twirling in the transformed gym. Mauve and white crepe-paper streamers have been thumb-tacked and poked into chicken-wired splendor. Unformed yearbook faces fade in around an improvised concrete block fountain. It spits water over six feet high. The mirrored balls still whirls above the dancers gliding over black floor markings. The fountain plashes and plops still as the deep purple falls.